More Often than Not

I remember you, dad, when I was just a tot

Quiet, strong, devoted kept you tied up in a knot

Homeward bound the train of every waking thought

You're in my thoughts now, dad, more often than not

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Arms that shielded us though you were overwrought

Seems to me you gave much more than you ever got

Affinity for the underdog the lesson that you taught

You're in my thoughts now, dad, more often than not

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Shift work and lack of sleep, yet you never forgot

Softball with the neighborhood kids on the back lot

Tepee's built with stalks of corn marked Fall's plot

You're in my thoughts now, dad, more often than not

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Went into the store tonight though I didn't need a lot

Old man approached to show me the bargains he bought

Quiet, sweet, he told me I had a twin, smiled mega watt

You're in my thoughts now, dad, more often than not

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Gone, dad, you visit me in a stranger's eye I'm caught

When the lifeboat leaves without me, and I feel I cannot

Your arms keep me safe, love is never for naught

You're in my thoughts now, dad, more often than not

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dmop 4 years ago from Cambridge City, IN

What a fantastic poem to honor Dads and all they do. Voted up, awesome, and beautiful.


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Iintertrans 4 years ago from New Delhi

DAD IS A DAD IS A DAD IS A DAD IS A DAD.

SO I LOVE YOUR POEM DEDICATED TO THE DADS OF THIS WORLD INCLUDING ME


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

dmop, thank you so much for your kind words. After my dad passed away, mom was going through and cleaning out a chest of drawers in the basement and came across the Father's Day cards that my brother, sister and I gave to dad over the years. She gave me mine. It's fun to go back and read what I wrote to my dad, along with the pictures I drew. Although, I look through mature eyes now, my cards relay what I always knew...he was a great man and a great dad.


Vincent Moore 4 years ago

Beautiful tribute and remembrance of your dad on this Father's Day. I have all the cards each of my 4 children have given me over the years. They stopped coming many years ago now, I only have my 18 yr old son who remembers me still and keeps close connection, the other 3 choose otherwise, how sad. I guess they to will get to read what they sent me long after I'm gone from this plane. I hope they feel the same as you feel, daddy was a great man and a great dad, sigh:-( I miss them very much. Oh well my life goes on without them, it must. Peace and blessings to you dear Amy.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Iintertrans, Happy Father's Day! Isn't it amazing? So many different dads, everyone unique, yet there is a common theme that conjures the universal image of "father", devoted, caring and loving. As a child I saw my dad as my protector, teacher, and hero. I miss him.

Thank you


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billybuc 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

Forty years after my dad's passing I still miss him dearly. Thank you for speaking for so many of us who lost our dad's and no longer have those strong arms to hold us.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Dear Vincent, When I became a teenager, my mom didn't like me. There was tremendous tension in the home, which she blamed on me. She couldn't wait for me to get out. I moved out at 18 and married young as I'd been so protected growing up, I was afraid of my own shadow. I spent many years estranged from my family. Finally, one birthday, about 11 years ago, I decided I was going home to see my mom and dad. I was very nervous, as I never wanted to stay away, but complied to honor my mother's wishes. I'd struggled with it most of my adult life, but something compelled my absolute decision to see them. My dad looked shockingly fragile, but was proclaimed healthy by their doctor, doing all the overwhelming amount of yardwork, grocery shopping and all the driving and helping when a neighbor needed a hand. When I got ready to leave, they walked out with me and my dad hugged me for the first time I can remember and told me he loved me. He told me not to stay away. About a month later, he had a massive stroke from a bleed at his brainstem. I spent the night in his hospital room, where he was comatose, but would try to open his eyes. When my daughter came into the room and I told him, he looked right at us. He knew I was there and I was so grateful that I could be. I know he is with me, too, everyday.

I'm telling you this, Vincent, because one moment, in the blink of an eye, everything can change. My parents didn't know that I grieved for missing them each and every day. They were coming from their own place and I, from mine. No matter how much we love someone, we can't know what is in their head. Pride, obstinance, the need to feel right, anger, bitterness or a point to prove, act as our own worst enemies. I've heard people that hang on to a grievance their whole live and can't remember what it was about after it's too late to change things. It is a terrible loss. Although, it doesn't lessen your pain, Vincent, you are not alone. By the same token, there is always hope that one day your children will see what your 18-year old son knows, that you love them. A miracle happened to me the day I changed things. If it can happen to me, there is hope. Sending love from me to you, Vincent.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Bill, Your dad must have passed away young. I'm sorry, as I know how much you miss him. I am certain, as I feel my dad's presence, often with undeniable proof, he is with me. As certain as I am of that fact, I know your dad is with you and couldn't be prouder of his extraordinary son. Without ever having met your dad, I know what a great father he was, because of the great man you have become.


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breakfastpop 4 years ago

Beautiful tribute to your Dad. My beloved Dad passed away when I was 18 years old. He visits m in my dreams and is in my thoughts every single day.Up beautiful and awesome.


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dotty1 4 years ago from In my world

Aw this is a beautiful tribute to your father, sending you warm hug on today Fathers Day x


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Oh, Pop, I'm so sorry. My circumstances would have made losing my dad at 18 years old unbearable. I would never have been able to tell him how much I loved him. After he died, that night I stayed with my mom at her home where my brother, sister and I grew up. I had finally fallen asleep on the couch when about 2:30 a.m. I awoke to the sound of a "happy" digital tune playing. I went back to sleep and in the morning I asked my mom what I'd heard playing. She looked at me and said "You heard it, too?" It seems earlier in the day, while my mom was at home, looking for dad's insurance card to take back to the hospital, she'd heard the music play. She told me years ago, dad bought her a Casio watch. The battery in the watch needed replacing so she and dad took it to a local jeweler, who managed to break the watch and it never played again. Mom loved the gift from dad and left it, though broken, on top of the frig. I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, my dad was letting us know, he had arrived and all was well. He was safe. Periodically, he lets me know he is watching over me, but I know he is with me each and everyday. Thank you, Pop.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Dear Dotty1, Thank you for your warm wishes. I'm sending you a hug back!


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angied83 4 years ago

What a beautiful poem, Amy! It honestly made me cry (poems about family always make me emotional). Sad to hear about your dad passing away like that but at least you guys made up before he passed away. Both my parents are still alive (thank God) and even though I live far from home now I still get in touch with them frequently and do try to visit them when I can. It just makes me sad whenever I think about what will inevitably happen in the future. So I try to spend as much time as I can with them while I still have them.


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breakfastpop 4 years ago

Dear Amy,

I believe that the tune really was your Dad telling you he was okay. I feel the same way about my dreams. In them I am acutely aware that my Dad is gone and I also am in awe of the chance to be with him again.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

angied83, Thank you for reading my thoughts and sharing yours. Although, I am no longer part of any organized religion, I strongly believe in a higher power and I believe that is what inspired my insistent need to see my parents on my birthday years ago. I really feel it was a undeniable miracle, although I'd missed them and thought of them everyday. I feel incredibly blessed that I was given the chance to tell my dad what I longed to say, at what was the eleventh hour of his life. You are a wise woman, Angie, and I can tell you have wonderful, wise parents that have set an example for what is truly important in life. Thank you for sharing your beautiful thoughts.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Dear Pop, Although, I don't go to church, I do believe in God. I do not believe that the sequence of events that led me back to my dad when they did were simply a cosmic coincidence. The day my dad hugged me and told me he loved me, the last we spent together, cemented not only our love for each other, but my belief in a higher power and an afterlife. Your dreams, Pop, keep your strong connection, your lifeline to your dad, alive and real. Your experiences are an incredibly special gift to you, an incredibly special person. Thank you so much for sharing that with me.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Pop, as a sidenote, but no less important to me, is the conversation my mother and I had the next morning. She told me "She didn't know why, but I was always my dad's favorite." She was crying and it was an unguarded moment, so I know she meant it. (I won't dwell on the part about "she didn't know why"). I was completely surprised, as I never knew. I was honored to be the one with my dad at the end.


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truthfornow 4 years ago from New Orleans, LA

What a beautiful poem for father's day. Though someone may not be physically here, we can have them with us always in our hearts.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

truthfornow, what a great calling card! I couldn't agree with you more. Beautifully said. Thank you


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always exploring 4 years ago from Southern Illinois

This is beautiful Amy. Your love shines for your Father...


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Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

Voted up and awesome. Wonderful tribute to your dad. I know he's up there sitting upon a star and smiling down on your. He'll always be with you and a part of your heart. God bless. I miss my dad too. Mine left me when I was only 10. My dad has been to see me often too.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Yes, always exploring, I adore him still, even though he's gone. Growing up with such a great dad, I assumed all men were good, like him. Of course, I always knew everyone was different, as it should be. But, not everyone is good for everyone else. Live and learn! Thank you, always exploring


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Dear Gypsy, Ten-years old is awfully young to bear up under such a monumental loss. I am glad to hear you feel his presence. Quite honestly, I'd forgotten that today is Father's Day until my quick trip to the store. After I got home I was struck by the fact that the gentleman that approached me reminded me so much of my dad, and I thought about the fact that Father's Day was a few hours away! My dad did all the grocery shopping and he got so much pleasure in showing us what he'd bought. I remember the last phone conversation I had with my dad less than a week before he died. He asked me if I'd ever had key lime pie, as he wanted to try it. I told him, yes, he'd love it. My mom had us over for lunch after his wake and offered us key lime pie for dessert. I was overcome when I found out he hadn't even tried it before he'd died. I don't think I can ever eat a piece of it again. I'm crying now, Gypsy, so thank you for listening and your "oh so welcome" visits.

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